In the early nineteen nineties, my brother and I used to go to Eyehop every night. We would spend hours there drinking coffee and discussing philosophy and art and religion and literature. We were sitting in the last booth in the corner where we could see out of both sides, because each side had a row of windows, and the window showed a scene of the Dallas LBJ Freeway leading into I thirty five and an endless stream of fast cars. And even though it was late at night, the stream
was still moving. I noticed to my left, way out in the distance, a figure coming off of I thirty five. It walked down the middle of the median between the two sections of east and westbound traffic, and as it got closer, I could see it was a woman in a long white dress. She had long black hair and wore white veil that flowed behind her like a train. Well.
I blinked and rubbed my eyes, and I squinted to make sure I was seeing what I was seeing, And I watched as she got closer and closer, thinking that when she passed the bridge, I might be able to see her going down the other side. But while she was on the bridge. My view was obstructed by a service station, and I didn't see her come out the other side. She either disappeared on the bridge or crossed the freeway there amid the heavy stream of traffic and
went down the grassy hillside. I read about a legend once called La La Nna. I'm sure I'm not pronouncing that right. She is the weeping woman of the Southwest. It eerily fits the woman I saw. The legend says that the beautiful woman has long black hair, and she wears a white gown, and she wanders through the night looking for children to take with her. Maybe that was just a meth head walking around doing that jerky kind of thing they do, and she had found a sheet
to wrap her up with. I don't know. I don't know. Let's go to the next He's got another story here, Let's go to that. In the nineteen eighties, I used to visit my sister and her husband and spend time with their kids every year. My brother in law's father lived with them. He was disabled and he stayed back in his room most of the time. My sister was a teacher and her husband ran his own company, and while they were at work and the kids were at school,
I would be left alone with his father. Often, my brother in law's clients would call the house and I would take a message for them, and when the phone rang, the father would pick up the phone and answer it too, and each time I told him that I had it covered, and then he would hang up. I never saw the guy much, and that was about the only contact I actually wanted with him. He was not a personable guy.
My sister and her family moved to a new house with a pool, and his father died shortly after that. We lot visit to them at their new house. One morning, after everyone had gone to school and work, I was left alone again, and I was planning to swim in their new pool and read a book and watch TV. But as usual, the phone rang. It was a customer for my brother in law, and as I spoke to the customer, the phone made a clicking sound like another extension had picked up. Hello. I heard the voice say
the same voice as my sister's late father in law. Well, I kept talking and I took the message and the caller hung up, and I didn't hear the extension hang up, so I stayed on the line and there was no doll tone, and it sounded like the line was still open, the way it used to sound on old ground lines with extensions. I listened for twenty seconds or so, and I felt rattled. When I finally gathered up my courage,
Is anyone there? I asked? The phone made a clicking sound of someone hanging up, and then came the doll tone. I was out the front door and down the block in a second, and I drank coffee at a local deli until it was time for my sister to come home. I am of a Christian faith, and I could tell you about some miracles I've seen. I do not draw major conclusions from these experiences, but I'm smart enough to know that I don't know everything, and some things just
can't be explained. What a creepy, creepy whoo. That kind of gave me shivers. It's almost like that those movies they make with the you know, the phone rings and the young twenty somethingter women pick up the phone and it's like, we know what you did? You know, those kind of creepy shows. I get bored with those, but when they first came out they were pretty interesting. It kind of reminds me of that. And I saw a movie probably in the last couple of years on this
La Lorona of the Weeping Woman of the Southwest. That was a horror movie. My wife and I love to go to movies. We go to We're always looking at the ads at the movie theaters for what cool movies are coming out. We're always watching trailers and stuff like that. Have y'all this is way off topic, but who has seen the new Kevin Cosner movie out called Horizon. That movie has gotten terrible feedback from the public and from reviewers. But we went to see that movie and we loved it.
I guess we're just of a generation who likes the big, epic scenery and the long stretching story and the different characters. But it was like a minute or two over three hours. And we both said driving home that that movie it felt like we were in there for fifteen minutes. You just stay engaged and you're watching the story. I would recommend you all go see it and just don't go with any expectations, but go see Horizon and understand that
it's either going to be two or four movies. I don't know if he's going to do four now that this first one isn't making money. Actually, he's taking a financial beating on this movie. But I like Kevin Costner. He seems to be a pretty idealistic guy. He's got visions for his movies like Dances with Wolves. Go to this movie or rent it on a streaming service with
the expectation that there's more common. None of the loose ends are tied up in the first one, but it really sets the stage and gets you engrossed and involved in the story. I recommend it. I don't know why I go. I guess talking about movies, horror movies got me off on that. Here's an email I received from a woman a while back. These are this is two secondhand stories that she heard that friends of hers told her, and I thought this was fascinating. So here we go.
She writes, dear cam' fan of your channel, and I have two stories for you. One is an alien abduction and the other is a dog man sighting. Neither story is mine, but I know the people that witnessed these incidents. Story number one the alien abduction. This is Randy's story. Rest in peace, Randy. I'm representing you, dear friend. In nineteen ninety eight, I returned to my dusty little hometown in New Mexico for my twenty year high school reunion, and being in a little town, I ran into a
dear friend of mine, Randy. It was great to see him, and he looked awesome. He was a short, blond headed, blue eyed athlete who was always eager for a good joke and any activity that involved people. After twenty years, he hadn't changed a bet. The only difference in Randy was his eyes. He had a wide awake look in his eyes that was almost too enthusiastic. Was he excited to see maybe or was there something else. We decided to go for a drive together, because in high school
that's what everyone did. We all got together and drove through the hills, looking at different scenic landscapes and doing stupid things like rolling dad's four wheeler or burying our axle in a sandy wash. So there we were, like old times in nineteen seventy eight, parked on a bluff overlooking the town and smoking pot. I had outgrown the pot thing, but I did partake in it just for the novelty and to prove to myself I hadn't become
an old prude. I was buzzed and out of things to small talk about, and I made the comment, Randy, are you nervous about seeing everyone at the reunion? I don't know why, but I'm nervous about it the reunion. That's nothing. He smiled, and he laughed, I'm completely relaxed around those people. There's nothing scary about those people at all. And then his face changed and he stared down at his arm. Did you see that scar on my arm? He asked. I looked at his forearm and the scar
on it was the size of a dime. It was round and irregular, like a small bullet wound. I dug a shard out of my own arm with a pocket knife, he triumphantly said, pointing at the scar. A shard. How did it get there? I asked? One day, em and I were ditching school. We were just riding around out in the bluffs and smoking, and a spacecraft picked us up. What the hell an actual UFO picked you guys up? I asked. My face was frozen in total shock at
what I was hearing. Yep, he said, they picked us up in their spacecraft and they laid us out on a table I was physically examined, and then they put these glass like shards in my body. One was here in my arm. In the the other one, he turned his back to me and pointed at the base of a skull on the back of his neck. They put it in the base of my skull. He said, what did the shard look like? I asked. The one I
dug out of my arm looked like glass. It was about the size of a grain of rice, but it was flat and kind of curved, he said, drawing an imaginary shard with his fingers. I really had to dig too. It was embedded in my muscle, close to the bone, but I was determined to dig it out, and I did. That thing bothered me, looking out and recalling a memory, he continued. When I went into the army, the doctors took the one out of my skull after they had
to put me through a series of hypnosis sessions. Well that's good, but how did they find out about it? Did you tell them? I asked. No. I went in for a physical and the doctor asked me about the scar on my arm, and I told him what happened, and then I showed him in the back of my neck where I thought the other one was, and he asked if I still had the shard and I said, yeah, it's in a box of my locker. He told me to bring it in for him to look at it, and so I did. Apparently it was quite a fine.
They kept having me come back in for more conferencing than other physical exams. I want to see it. This is really important evidence, I said, you actually have evidence of an alien contact. Yeah, I guess I did, but not anymore. They took the shard that I dug out of my arm, and they never gave it back to me. Instead, they started the whole process of these hypnosis sessions and it really freaked me out. They found exactly where the other shard was and they removed it, but I didn't
get to keep that one either. I never even saw it. The whole Lord deal messed up my head and I couldn't stop crying after that. I kept crying and crying. It was weird. I didn't want him to start crying, as I was in his car and we were both high on Pott, so I've changed the focus. How's Mike after all this, I asked, He's cool, Let's go see him Randy said, firing up the engine. So we went into town and back into the old neighborhood where both Randy and Mike grew up, arriving at Mike's and parked
in the car and Mike's driveway. We both walked up to the door and we knocked. Mike answered, looking the same as he did in high school, and he invited us in, and we continued more pot smoking. These guys had become the heads and I had become the square. And after some small talk, we looked at vacation photos and we never talked about the abduction again. But a curious note is Mike is still a bachelor, and he had become quiet and reclusive. I never got married or
had kids, he said. I don't know why. It just never happened. It's not unusual in this day and age, I said, but I thought, it's because you got the life scared out of you in high school. That night, we went to the reunion and we had a great time disco dancing and catching up with life stories. Everyone was amazing, and for the most part, everybody seemed happy. A few years later, Randy was found dead in an apartment in Bisbee Arizona. It was hush hush as to
how he died. Was it suicide? I think so. I think he was implanted with tracking devices and his suffering of fear was unrelenting. I believe that's what happened, one hundred percent. God bless Randy in the heavens with the peace and love of our eternal grand Creator. So be it, the woman writes at the end of her first story, I thought that was very interesting. Let's move on to story number two, The dog Man Sighting, and she writes, this is my nephew's wife's parents' story that takes place
in the same little dusty town in New Mexico. Here's the town layout, she writes. The town is situated down in a valley where two rivers meet. Looking up, the valley is lined with jagged sandstone bluffs, and the only things that grow up there are desert plants, sage brush, and gnarley cedars. Then down in the valley is a lush, green farmland with towering old cottonwoods and salt cedars and rabbit brush. The rivers are mountain runoff, and they're teeming
with fresh water trout and bass. And it's not unusual to see an eagle perched on a limb, just chilling. My dad lived down by the river and he loved hearing the hawking geese fly by. He also had lots of deer that came into his yard for a tasty treat, and he used to mimic them with his front teeth and say, the deer have nipped off all those rose buds from my rose bushes. Then he'd click his teeth
together to show just how they did it. One night, my nephew and his wife came over for dinner and we were sitting around the table afterward having a beer. My nephew suddenly looked puzzled. Hey, a weird thing happened to Peggy's parents the other night. He said, they were on the other side of the river, delivering newspapers to people who live in all those little houses back there. You know how everyone has their houses tucked away in
the back of their acreage. Well, Peggy's mom was driving along a dirt road while her dad tossed the papers, and there was barely enough like to see, and then her dad sniffed something in the air and looked over at her mom with a stink eye. He said, you smell thy Yeah, that's really right. Something definitely died around here, she said. And then on the passenger side of the car, they saw a creature with the dog's head, running on two legs like a man. It was keeping pace with
them alongside of their car. Well what did they do, I asked, Well, they didn't do anything. They didn't have any time to do anything. The creature was so fast and it ran around the front of the car and then it ran into these people's front yard. Well did anyone see it, I ask No. It went to the side of the house really fast, and it hopped on their brick wall like nothing. And Peggy's dad said, the wall was high up. That thing didn't need to jump without any effort. It hopped up and then it just
turned back and it stared at them. They froze, and suddenly it just turned and hopped down in the people's backyard and that was it. That was the last they saw of it. That's a true story. And then she goes on to write, after listening to your podcast, I'm able to include other details and have put two and two together. I recall that after my dad passed away,
Black helicopters started cruising the valley. They chased away all the geese and the eagles, and then the county started clearing all the underbrush away from the trees, so no more or deer where they're either. And then they diverted the river so that it became a trickle of water, and the wildlife has systematically gone away. Now that I've listened to your podcast, I wonder if that wasn't a
way to flush out the dog men. My hunch says yes, and then she goes on to write, I hope people hear these stories because credibility is important, Validation is important, but even more important is protection. And I'm not really sure what that means, but I thought these were two really good secondhand stories. These are, you know, the first stories from a high school mate, and the other is from some people in her family, who, I mean, why would they Why would the dog man thing? Why would
somebody just make that up? It's not you know, these are just normal people having dinner. There's no way to know if they have a history of lying, but let's assume they don't. And then all of a sudden, this woman said, this woman in man say, well, we just saw this doglike creature running around on two legs, run right around the front of our car, into someone's yard, up on the fence, and then boop on the other side,
it's gone. I don't know why anybody would tell that story if there wasn't a little bit of truth to it, and this dog man information myth or these stories are not really super prevalent, not like Bigfoot. Bigfoot is known in alien abductions and all of that other stuff is far more notable, and information on it is more widespread than anything like a dog man. The dog man, the werewolf thing is quite It's just not a huge popular topic. But people see them and then we get stories about them.
So to the writer, she didn't give me permission to use her name, but I thought this was wonderful, so thank you for sending this to me. I appreciate it. I'm sixty years old and I live in a suburb on the outskirts of Melbourne, Australia. At the rear court that I live in, there's a large parkland covering over two hundred acres. This parkland separates our estate from the
local beach on the perimeter of Port Phillip Bay. I work locally and daily ride a pushbike along the paths leading through the parkland to the beach and onwards to my place of employment, some fifteen kilometers away. For eight years, I would exit my driveway, ride up the road for thirty five meters and turn right into a pathway entrance situated between two houses, and begin my ride to work.
That journey was interrupted two years ago, and while I still ride to work, I no longer go through the parkland. I now stick to the road all the way and take the longer but safer route. On a winter morning in twenty sixteen, I exited my house and made my way to the front gate in the usual manner, but
I felt anxious for some reason. The magpies that usually greeted me with song from a tree at the front of my property were silent, and while I always started my journey in the pitch black of night, this time I felt trepidation, and I wondered irrationally if I should drive to work today. There was something else strange about this night. In the distance, emanating from the area of
the path entrance was an increasingly louder, asthmic growl. At this point, I'd like to say that I've never, in all my days, experienced anything like I'm about to describe. I have hunted, camped, and lived in the forested areas along our coast and inland districts. The wildlife that I see is always expected kangaroos, koalas, and snakes, etc. I stopped in a loud eyesight to focus on the entrance to the pathway leading to the parkland, as I was sure it was the source of the rasping, but couldn't
see anything exiting onto the road, so I waited. Finally, I decided it must be an old, large dog that had been brought to heal by its owner. Therefore, save for me to proceed on my bike journey. I pressed the crank into action and started cycling along the road with a view to entering into the park, Inquisitive as to the type of dog that I would see. As I came closer to the creature, I veered to my left and ordered a sweep right into the park entrance.
When I was stopped dead, I had caught sight of the dog, and it was unlike anything I had ever seen. First, there were no owners in sight. The dog was laying down ten meters from the entrance as if it was lying in wait. When it saw me, it rose on all fours and began prowling towards me. But not like an ordinary dog. This was big, really big. Its head was double the size of e labradors, but more rounded. Its height was that of a Shetland pony, and its
width was four or five feet. Its arms were muscular, so much so that it had to roll and display them in order to move forward. It was dark brown in color, moving in the shadowy moonlight, and its eyes glowed orange. I have a scientific background, and funny as it seems, the conundrum of its eyes glowing without any source of illumination from the environment around it intrigued me, and I dare say, rooted me in place. As it came to the front of the entrance, six meters away
from me. I remember overcoming my curiosity and exclaiming if this or something of that nature, and began furiously peddling along the road. My bike has an electric function, and with some post purchase modifications, it can reach speeds up to forty miles per hour fairly quickly, and it sure did that day. I never looked back, and I didn't stop until I was a block away to catch my breath. I then rode all the way to work using the road,
not venturing onto the park at any stage. I contacted the local ranger later that day and asked if they had any reports of large stray dogs in that area, and he replied no, so I left it at that. I happened to be watching YouTube earlier this year, and your channel came across my feet. When I heard your stories about the dog man, I finally had a name for what I had seen. I don't want to see
this thing again. I ceased riding my bike to work until summer that year, and although I still right today, I never go into the parkland, and I refrain from writing during the winter. I think it's about all I can recall, but if you have any questions, feel free to ask. You can also feel free to modify the report to fit your narrative style. God bless you all.